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ON A DONKEY
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Easter
On a donkey, my King rode
into town that day
and we all knowed
He was trying to say
that victory was at hand.
Maybe we didn't understand
the kind of victory
we were about to see,
but we praised Him anyway.
We laid palm leaves in His path
promising to follow Him.
Then He was crucified
upon the hill of Calvary.
Oh, painfully He died.
We just could not see;
we didn't understand
that victory was at hand.
The empty grave shocked
and surprised us. Locked
themselves in the upper room
His closest followers did.
Then He came and spoke to them.
